Then there was the version we used to sing in school:
Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured all the teachers – we have broken all the rules
We raided all the offices and hung the principal
March on, third grade, march on!
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind her door with a loaded .44
And she ain’t our teacher no more!
I seem to recall singing, “......bopped her off the bean with a rotten tangerine......”